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a private, highly selective, and mutually exclusive rp blog for ANDARATEIA CANTORI ❮ head of house cantori & seventh talon of the antivan crows ❯ of the dragon age franchise. dash-only. written by vae. 21+
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Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 155
Just like Viago, Teia has faint facial scars set to 20% opacity. Here is what they would look like at 100% opacity:
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“Once upon a time, going out in a blaze of glory was the end goal. But now, I think I’d rather grow old with you.”
continued from here w/ @hoboblaidd
Teia smiles and stands upright. The meaner he is, the more fun she has.
“Does our history mean nothing to you?” she mimics disbelief seamlessly but does not approach him, for the time being. “Tú sabrás,” she shrugs.
“Would you prefer I call you by titles? I have seen your bare feet. That must mean something. Unless, of course, you show them to everyone.”
teia received a lot of criticism when she first ascended to talon. many were convinced she murdered the previous one, but these are lies that she never entertained (despite the fact that she loves to let people make up stories about her, because she loves her fans). that lie was the line.
another main source of criticism came in placing her best friend / sister, kalyani, as her grandmaster.
many insisted this was a mistake and nothing but favoritism, especially considering kalyani’s disability. this way of thinking came from old school crows.
funny how so many of them wound up being involved in the coup that killed the last talon and almost killed teia.
even funnier when kalyani, teia’s enforcer that no one ever saw coming, was the one to kill them.
the seventh talon, her grandmaster, and two of the regular pains in their asses.
A love so bittersweet they call it medicine
Finally finished the sketch I started weeks ago, thank you to all the grey hair modders out there for giving me divine inspiration (Viago’s silver streaks)
do y’all want something to laugh about today …
medical misogyny cw i guess???
ask my character about anyone in their life!
playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!
you’ve heard of “the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic,” but get ready for “the beautiful autistic man i pulled by being a bad bitch.”
i recognize that this is funny to me and only me, and i accept that, however—
and the second teia tells one of your muses their kink is keeping the cuck chair warm? suddenly i’m the villain—
teia isn’t a mage (you can’t prove this in any court of law, btw), but she has a godlike, supernatural ability to look at any adult and immediately know their top three kinks AND which parent they resent more.
when cait/lyn si/ehl said—
yeah.
Lucanis does as Teia orders, finding not just the bowl and wash cloth, but a cream he too has in his own kit that will do some to numb the pain. He approaches her within her eye line, quietly setting up beside her.
"I finished early." He states, waiting a beat before he takes his own hair down in favor of using the tie to gather her hair up and off of her shoulders in a low hanging ponytail as to not draw too much tension on her temples or scalp.
Lucanis drags a chair over to sit directly across from Teia.
He waits to ask again who, but decides to wait. "Are they dead?" he asks instead, taking the cloth in hand and dunking it into the cooled water, wringing it out so it would not drip everywhere.
"I'm going to start at your neck when you're ready." Lucanis prompts, holding the cloth to tend to his friend when she is ready.
If the Maker is kind whoever will be dead... if Andraste wills it, Lucanis will be there to watch her end it instead.
She is only half-here, and Lucanis is one of three people she trusts while she is in this state. Grief wells up in her like the blood of a cut artery, already congealing into something nauseating and vile.
When he firsts touches her, she flinches—a response she would normally malign; but - given the circumstances - she can’t be compelled to care. She feels like a husk, like something hollowed out and left to fissure and crack in the heat.
It was never supposed to happen like this.
Before she knows it, Lucanis is sitting in front of her, waiting for her to respond. She wills herself back from her racing thoughts just enough to nod her assent.
There is so much to do. Address her House, execute more accomplices, prepare for the ceremony, complete her most recent contract, plan a funeral—
“Most of the blood is theirs.”
And his.
“Sal is dead.” Flat affect, wholly detached—she does not recognize her voice as the one that speaks these words.
Sal’s blood burns her skin like fire. It’s as if she can feel what is his in the morbid conglomeration caked and dried across her entire body.
“There will be more. I will find them, and I will make them suffer.”
How many usurpers remain in House Cantori? In her House? She intends to flush them out and pull every last ounce of agony from their throats with her bruised, bare hands.
teia every time she has to speak or pretend to be orlesian:
